Poem · Poetry

This Golden Crack

Like a canvas

before the artist’s brush,

we get our markings.

Our unique hues

and textures

create the picture 

of what seems to be true

about us.

But sometimes life is lived

more like a ceramic pot –

one that gets cracked

along the way…

shattered, even –

the mending of which

is complicated work.

It takes the artist’s hands

and keen attention to detail

to put the pieces together,

beautifully.

It is a necessary process.

This breaking,

followed by the recognition of the mess,

enables us to be held

and mended.

When we submit to the

Master’s hands,

and allow for the

hard work to be done,

we are fashioned anew.

Our cracks become golden

and essential. 

We are forever changed, and

we shine with humble strength

from our broken places.

Like the Velveteen Rabbit,

we have been loved into

becoming more real.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Buttery Grace

When love is real,

it is easy –

effortless in its appearance,

warm and yummy,

like buttery grace.

It comes from the beyond,

much like inspiration does –

and wisdom is infused

within all its practicalities.

It simply makes sense.

It feels like the sweetest hug.

It sounds like a soothing tide on the move.

It looks like a rose in bloom, and

has the aroma of

bread in the toaster.

It calls to you like bird song in the morning.

These are the measures 

of love that is true.

When you have it,

you know, and

trust becomes the glue.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Poem · Poetry

Pure Presence

You look at me with eyes of love

and complete attention.

You gracefully place your body

next to mine,

molding into me

for complete contact.

There is no space between us –

only pure presence.

As you relax and soften,

so do I.

Your purr

motors my heart to joy.

Your headbutts

nudge me firmly to awaken

to the affection in this moment.

Your eyes,

your eyes…

invite me to deepen

and embrace the music

hidden in my heart.

You bring God to me

and I am blessed.

I love you for that.

Eventually, you move away

to what is next for you.

Your work is done.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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